Background

"No soldier should be honored for doing what is expected."March 25, 2041 AE. Three-hundred ninety-two days Post-Warday.

A Scorpia-born and Caprican-raised teenager headed nowhere fast, Garret Lysander enlisted into the Colonial Marine Corps on his eighteenth birthday to rid himself of family, friends, and a lackluster life. His wasted life turned into something of a polished gem by the time he became a fully-fledged marine.

However, a handful of tours into Sagittaron combating the SSLF could never ready the marksman for what he would witness on Warday and the long, ruthless, and grueling days that followed. An excellent shot in the field, he now constantly questions where he wants to or should be aiming in life.

There isn't much to Garret's life nowadays or in the past. He was born in a Scorpian summer of twenty-seventeen to the teenage parents Sasha Lysander and Ophelia Tyne. With the accidental pregnancy came a hasty marriage and they stayed happily married upon that, school sweethearts who went on to become successful movie stars and playwrights. Garret himself grew up with private schooling, spoiling and a small collective of friends upon his parents relocating to Caprica to further their careers by his age of eight.

As schooling and life in general continued along, the young Lysander began to grow up and evolve as all teenagers are wont to do. Garret was oft to rebel rather than conform to the life that his bohemian-turned-socialite parents had planned for him, and one of those ways was getting involved in petty crime. He was never caught, but it kept him busy and life relatively entertaining as his grades steadily declined in response.

He further proved himself to be rather unruly and foolhardy with enlisting in the Colonial Marine Corps as soon as he hit the age of eighteen. Basic training on Scorpia at Fort Talos broke him though. Quickly he came to thoroughly regret the decision, hate his new life, but above all else the corps turned him into competence, duty and an enlisted man. He stayed out of contact with his parents and other relatives.

Making a career out of the military, his tours of duty involved Sagittaron through and through, serving as a designated marksman during Operations Market Cage in twenty thirty-six, April Lightning in twenty thirty-eight, and Phoenix Rise in twenty thirty-nine. He served alongside others of the Second Battalion, Twelfth Marines from Fourth Division against the local Southern Sagittaron Liberation Front.

He was in the middle of light reconnaissance around the Jharkhand Basin with the rest of his squad during the events of Warday and the resultant Holocaust. By the time of being recovered by BS-132 Battlestar Cerberus, only he and another had survived.

Immediate Family

Name

Relation

Lysander's Quoted Insight

Ophelia Lysander (nee Tyne)

Mother

"My mother once told me: One day your life will flash before your eyes. Make sure it's worth watching. If she's departed alongside my father, I wonder if her life topped all of the movies she's starred in."

Sasha Lysander

Father

"I love him, but I hate him. I'm pretty sure I just mostly hate him and I'm not even sure if he's dead or not, and… if he is, it's not good riddance. Family is family. Eventually, I'll remember to miss him. He's presumed dead on Caprica."

"I'm supposed to be strong after all of this [Warday], to survive and live on, like you, so now I feel that pain is inevitable. Still though, suffering ain't."September 2, 2041 AE. One-hundred eighty-eight days Post-Warday.

Physical Features

This light-skinned man stands just above average with a broad-shouldered, lean-muscled build. His hair is a healthy, rich black that is generally kept boyishly unkempt and vaguely trimmed; length kept in check at his temples and upper-neck. He is currently clean-shaven. He has a strong jaw and chin, plain ears, with faint dimples placed at the corners of his mouth. He has a charming smile. Beneath his broad brow is set dark eyebrows and light green eyes, flanking a straight, broad-tipped nose. He's in his mid twenties or so.

Personality Quirks

Upon surviving Warday, Garret Lysander has become a pretty down to earth, informal guy. He's easy to relate to most times and he tries to be relaxed, and easy-going. He's confident in his own skin. He has a certain disdain for authority but in particular his problems lie within faith, superstitions and such ilk. He has since become disillusioned with the world around him, drawing upon aloof and sheltered moments, but he is loyal to those around him and a survivalist at heart. He's trustworthy with an ounce of cautious curiosity to try and stymie gullibility, but that quickly wanes and is replaced by simple bravado and aforementioned confidence. He now lives for the moment.

Garret hates cats.

Typology

According to the Myers-Briggs (Jung) Typology test, Lysander is an ENFP, commonly known as Champions.

Extraverted: 68

Intuitive: 68

Feeling: 90

Perceiving: 86

ENFPs are initiators of change. Attuned to possibilities, Champions scan their environment, probing the emotions, needs, and motivations of others. This sensitivity sometimes conflicts with their intense drive for personal authenticity. ENFPs tend to be more abstract than concrete. They focus their attention on the big picture rather than the details, and on future possibilities rather than immediate realities.

"I'm still good-lookin', right? I'm still healthy. I'm probably smart too, because two plus two equals four. So what all have these great, wondrous things gotten me? A frakton of Cylons to deal with - hooray, go me."July 15, 2041 AE. One-hundred thirty-eight days Post-Warday.

"Cidra - Yeah, I'm not scared to call her that - anyway, yeah, she's like a contemporary. Calm an' with an air of eccentricity that's almost magnetic. I like her."

"A man of pyramid is always a friend of mine. He's air wing though. Not much new you can say about a flyboy these days."

Profile

Lysander's Insight

"After everything we've been through together on Sag', we're family - through an' through. I'm salt. She's pepper. That's how it works - complimentary."

"Sofia, Sofia, Sofia… Wolfe, right? I like her. She's a hard worker and a good person. Sometimes though, I think it's too good and she's going to wind up hurt around here."

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Lysander's Insight

"In getting acclimated to Cerberus, he's easily become one of my best go-to guys for business duties 'round here."

"Crowe's the marine you want watching your six when you hit the shit. When it's a frakkin' nightmare, you can trust that he'll take care of the twelve o'clock too."

"Another survivor from Sag', the lot of us look to have become bonded more than the rest of the Cerberus. I treat Dec like a brother."

"She lets me do what I want, when I want, within reason and so long as her orders are followed. I love the freedom. She's like a miniature Major Will-Cav. But frak it, I'm still askin' about the eyes."

"She really is a sight for sore eyes, not that my eyes or sore. She's a fine marine too. A little on the rough side, but what's wrong with a little spice in your life? I like my spice."

"Honestly, she's far better than my old Cee-Oh. She doesn't choke me with a tight leash - har har. Or those nukes seriously frakked my brain back on Sag' and all the leeway's fake. I don't know."

"What can I say? Out of all of my superior officers in Marine Country, I get along the best with her. She's a damn fine marine. I've got her back. She's got mine."

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Lysander's Insight

"She's one of the few people I've let nitpick and spelunk about my hapless mind without fault. I like her. She makes me happy. I like being happy."

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Lysander's Quoted Insight

"Captain Remick's a take-charge kind of a woman, ex-Cee-Em-Cee at that. First impression is pretty frakkin' awesome, if I do say so myself. And I do."

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Lysander's Quoted Insight

"We met under less-than-admirable circumstances, but so far so good. I owe her a drink, a talk, and a game of Triad. So I've got that going for me, right?"

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Lysander's Quoted Insight

"I haven't talked with someone so similar in a long, frakkin' time, but given the dire circumstances under which we now live…"

Facts and Miscellanea, & RP Hooks

Somewhere, deep inside, the sardonic Sergeant Lysander has a Heart of Gold exemplified by his writing of poetry.

Garret is a designated marksman and loathes MP duties. He will do almost anything to avoid MP responsibilities.

This man has an iron stomach! He has won many a bet eating potentially icky things.

Sergeant Lysander has never been on a ship for longer than a planet-hopping flight before.

Continuing the above note, Garret L. heavily dislikes a lack of earth around him, so heavily dislikes the Cerberus.

Warday has shaken up what little faith he has. Now he's probably a closet-atheist.

Speaking of Warday, he doesn't talk about it but instead around it.

It hasn't been tested extensively, but Lysander claims he cannot get lost given an intuitive sense of direction.

Some time before joining the Corps, rumors say the Sergeant learned how to be a petty criminal. What a thief!

Garret drinks, but doesn't smokes. Cigarettes are used to barter for things, all the time.

"Don't worry, a lot, I don't much like floating coffins [the Cerberus] myself - but I have to take the bad with the good, or something."September 22, 2041 AE. Two-hundred seven days Post-Warday.